We miss one workout. We feel crappy. We make a few and then miss another. “I suck,” we tell ourselves. We knit our brows, try one more time, and then it’s over. “I can’t do it.”

We judge ourselves. We think others are judging us. We don’t believe someone, sometimes even God, could forgive us. No one could really love us—not others, not God, not ourselves. That’d be too amazing.

And that’s exactly where grace comes in.

I bet the 10% (or 2% or whatever) of people still living out their resolutions in April aren’t superhuman.